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Psychic  Experiences 

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An  Indian  Princess 


Psychic  Experiences 

of 

An  Indian  Princess 

Daughter  of  Chief  Tommyhawk 
(Mrs.  Annette  Leevier) 


Copyright  1920,  by  Mrs.  Annette  Leevier 


Published  by 

THE  AUSTIN  PUBLISHING  COiMPANY 

LOS  ANGELES,  CAL. 


TO  SITTING  BULL— THE  SIOUX  BRAVE, 

Oh,  Sitting*  Bull,  to  you  I  say 

Come  close  to  me  and  always  stay", 
That  I  may  know  you're  ever  near, 

And  knowing  it  I'll  never  fear. 
Let  your  judgment  and  wisdom  rule 

In  me — an  ever  ready  tool — 
To  give  your  dictates  to  mankind 

That  men  the  light  may  ever  find. 

Oh,  Brave,  in  all  your  pow'r  and  might, 
Come  unto  me  both  day  and  night, 

And  in  your  power  let  me  stand 

An  instrument  shaped  to  your  hand. 

That  through  your  power  I  may  find 
The  means  of  helping  all  mankind, 

To  op^e  my  way  by  voice  and  pen 
blessing  to  my  fellow  men. 


17  h 


w  A/A* 
FOREWORD. 


Since  facts,  no  matter  how  prepared,  clothed  or 
sented,  are  the  stepping  stones  and  guiding  stars  to  truth, 
light  and  vision,  this  work  presented  in  the  following  pages 
is  but  a  stepping  stone  for  those  who  may  desire  to  grasp,  or 
those  who  are  grasping  —  the  spiritual  principles  linking  the 
past  and  present  in  a  homogeneous  ascendancy  to  that  won- 
derful future  and  supreme  hope  —  life  after  death. 

The  work  is  incorporated  as  an  autobiography  consist- 
ing of  two  parts,  the  first  dealing  with  events  in  my  life  while 
in  the  convent,  and  the  second,  with  experiences  as  a  me- 
dium and  healer.  No  notoriety  is  expected,  or  inflated  state- 
ments recorded  ;  but,  a  presentation  of  the  truths  —  hereto- 
fore tabooed  and  retarded  by  the  hands  of  opposition  and 
prejudice  —  which  have  occurred  as  personal  incidents  or 
achievements  in  my  life. 

An  apology  is  necessary  to  the  reader  for  not  recording 
a  more  detailed  account  of  my  life.  Owing  to  the  circum- 
stances of  my  early  life  —  living  within  the  perpetual  dark- 
ness of  convent  walls  —  days,  months  and  years  passed  in  a 
monotonous  procession,  marked  here  and  there  with  inci- 
dents unforgetable,  which  are  stated  in  the  work. 

If  the  reader  has  any  antipathy  toward  Spiritualism 
and  challenges  the  veracity  of  the  statements  in  this  work, 
I  would  be  pleased  in  every  instance  to  give  the  names  and 
addresses  of  the  anonymous  persons  mentioned.  The  rea- 
son for  preserving  and  withholding  the  name  is  simply  a 
question  of  deference.  People  concerned  —  if  living  —  might 
object  to  the  use  of  their  names,  hence,  I  have  taken  the  al- 
ternative of  merely  telling  the  incident  but  reserving  the 
right  of  supplying  the  correct  names. 

Lastly,  Spiritualism  withholds  nothing  —  and  emphati- 
cally demands  the  truth  and  nothing  but  the  truth  —  hence, 
if  this  work  attracts  and  causes  some  sensible-minded  indi- 
viduals to  see  the  light  where  darkness  has  heretofore  ex- 
isted, and  furthermore  causes  them  to  enter  circles  —  the 
doorway  to  spiritual  urifoldment  and  knowledge  —  in  pursuit 
of  further  enlightenment,  the  effort  spent  in  preparing  this 
work  will  be  well  compensated. 


44430G 


PART  I. 

From  the  available  but  vague  and  scattered  family  rec- 
ords handed  down  by  word  of  mouth,  or  through  the  mem- 
ory of  recitals  of  glorious  deeds  and  suffering  hardships,  I 
am  able  to  give  but  a  brief  sketch  of  my  ancestry.  But  brief 
as  it  is,  I  value  it  for  that  reason  the  more.  My  grand  parents 
were  in  America  and  took  part  in  the  early  wars  between 
the  English  and  French  settlers  of  Quebec — now  a  Cana- 
dian province. 

My  grandfather  on  my  father's  side  was  known  as  Big 
Sun  of  the  Pontiac  branch  of  the  Mohawk  tribe;  Pontiac  be- 
ing a  very  prominent  figure  in  the  very  early  Indian  Wars 
for  possessions  of  lands.  My  grandmother  was  known  as 
Princess  Laconquinne  of  the  Ojibwah  tribe  of  Indians. 

The  mother  side  of  the  house  came  from  Bordeaux, 
France.  My  grandparents — leaving  France  because  of  the 
Revolution—sought  temporary  refuge  in  America  until 
peace  had  been  restored.  While  in  the  midst  o'f  prepara- 
tions prior  to  returning  to  their  native  land,  fire  broke  out  in 
their  home  and  destroyed  all  their  earthly  possessions.  This 
made  it  necessary  for  them  to  remain  on  this  side,.  They 
never  saw  their  native  land  again  in  the  material  life. 

Father  was  born  in  Quebec  in  1836,  and  was  called 
Sunnie,  because  he  was  born  in  the  early  morning  about  sun- 
rise. He  was  of  the  Ojibwah  tribe  of  Indians.  This  was 
due  to  frequent  intermarriagees  of  the  Ojibwahs  with  the 
Mohawks — his  father  being  a  Mohawk.  His  education  was 
purely  Indian,  being  specially  well  versed  in  the  use  of 
herbs.  As  he  grew  older  he  became  such  a  scrapper  that 
he  was  nicknamed  Chief  Tommyhawk — after  a  famous  pre- 
decessor. 

He  lived  amongst  the  Ojibwahs  until  he  fell  in  love 
with  a  young  French  girl.  This  brought  trouble,  because 
the  parents  did  not  approve  of  the  pact.  Leaving  their 
homes,  the  young  couple  eloped  and  were  married  in  the 
Roman  faith — my  mother  being  a  good  Catholic,  but  my 
father  being  a  believer  in  the  Great  Spirit,  never  entered  a 
church  in  his  life. 

I  first  saw  daylight  in  Quebec,  being  born,  as  I  was  told 
later,  with  a  hazy  veil  over  my  face,  regarded  at  that  time 
as  a  sign  of  wisdom.  I  was  also  possessed  of  spiritual  pow- 
ers, being  born  with  such  an  intensely  sensitive  organiza- 
tion that  I  responded  to  the  necessities  of  the  time  and  be- 
came an  instrument  in  the  hands  of  higher  intelligences  long 
before  I  fully  realized  my  gifts,  and  much  longer  before  I 


was  able  to  fully  reason  the  why  and  how  of  them.  Often 
rappings  were  heard  in  my  presence  in  the  evening,  and 
mother  had  to  awaken  me  to  quiet  the  spirits.  These  were 
the  cause  of  mother's  interference,  and  caused  the  suppres- 
sion of  all  my  efforts  in  telling  people  interesting  things. 

As  a  consequence,  I  received  a  Convent  education.  At 
three  years  of  age  I  was  put  into  the  hands  of  the  Sisters  of 
the  small  community  Convent,  to  be  raised  and  taught  reli- 
gion. When  of  proper  school  age,  I  was  sent  to  Notre  Dame 
in  Montreal,  at  which  place  mother  had  arranged  and  paid 
for  my  tuition  and  care,  until  I  was  prepared  to  become  a 
matron  or  a  nurse  or  take  the  veil.  Choosing  the  latter 
when  the  time  arrived  for  a  decision,  I  took  the  white  veil. 
It  was  a  sane  course  to  take — as  I  thought  at  the  time — for 
my  mother  had  departed  from  the  material  life  and  my 
father  had  married  again. 

After  a  time  I  became  restless,  nervous  and  in  general, 
feeling  ill,,  besides  being  very  anxious  to  know  more  about 
my  new  mother.  Receiving  permission,  1  paid  a  visit  to  my 
father's  home.  It  took  but  a  short  time  to  learn  the  bitter 
truth — that  I  was  not  wanted.  Knowing  that  the  time  had 
come  for  a  change_to  other  scenes  and  conditions,  I  went  to 
bed  in  that  house  for  the  last  time  during  the  visit. 

While  in  bed  I  felt  myself  taken  out  of  the  body  and 
seemingly  made  to  float  through  the  atmosphere  and  space. 
I  know  not  how  long  I  remained  in  this  condition,  but  on  my 
return  to  the  body  I  sought  father.  After  a  long  talk  and  ar- 
gument, it  was  decided  that  I  would  either  have  to  return 
to  whence  I  came  or  go  to  New  York. 

Choosing  the  latter,  arrangements  were  made  whereby 
I  was  transferred  to  New  York  to  another  Convent  to  work 
out  my  own  salvation.  One  afternoon — the  day  preceding 
the  anniversary  of  my  birth — 1  again  seemed  to  be  taken 
out  of  the  body.  This  time  I  spent  the  afternoon — as  we 
call  it — in  visiting  another  planet  to  witness  what  you  would 
term  "Life  after  Death."  Not  being  quite  able  to  under- 
stand these  transitions,  they  became  a  source  of  worryment 
to  me,  more  so  on  this  particular  day. 

My  duties  now  became  varied  between  matron,  nurse, 
and  housekeeper,  and  through  all  this  my  first  love  affair 
developed  and  progressed.  My  greatest  earth  hope  and 
lover  was  a  priest,  but  as  we  were  not  allowed  to  speak, 
we  enjoyed  thought  communication  in  its  _ elemental  form. 
During  a  sickness  which  proved  fatal  to  him,  I  became  his 
nurse  in  company  with  an  associate — the  rule  being  that  we 
must  always  work  in  pairs  under  such  conditions.  While 
on  his  deathbed,  he  promised  faithfully  to  return  to  me. 
Being  mediumistic,  he  believed  in  spirit  return. 


As  time  passed  I  became  restless  and  worried,  for  my 
lover  had  not  returned  to  me  as  he  had  promised.  I  had 
hoped  for  greater  changes,  and  had  looked  forward  to  fre- 
quent visits  from  him  from  the  spirit  side.  But  to  think  of 
entering  into  a  new  year  without  him  was  perplexing  to  me. 
My  whole  soul  cried  out  to  him,  and  I  prayed  for  him  to  has- 
ten the  time  when  I  could  come  to  him. 

Early  in  the  afternoon  of  a  hot  summer  day — the  4th 
of  July — I  heard  the  beautiful  strains  of  the  Rosary.  Fol- 
lowing this  a  great  change  seemed  to  come  over  me,  a  drow- 
siness and  a  longing  to  get  to  my  cell  and  lie  down.  As  I 
came  to  my  door  on  the  way  to  carrying  out  my  desire,  I  saw 
a  misty,  shadowy  form  standing  outside  my  cell,  apparently 
awaiting  me.  I  crossed  the  sill,  turned  and  locked  the 
doors  and  laid  down  on  the  couch. 

The  physical  senses  became  dormant  almost  imme- 
diately, and  a  sinking  sensation  ensued,  followed  by  the 
casting  off  of  physical  limitations — a  tearing  sensation  at 
first — causing  a  sudden  expanding  feeling,  bringing  joyous- 
ness  arid  the  new  thought  of  freedom.  The  freedom  of  mind 
brought  on  the  intense  desire  for  knowledge.  With  avidity 
the  mind  had  adjusted  itself  as  a  finely,  sensitively  attuned 
instrument,  to  respond  to  the  thoughts  of  spiritual  beings— 
to  hear,  see,  and  learn  that  which  only  higher  spiritual  in- 
telligence can  accomplish  and  teach. 

The  door  quickly  opened  and  someone  stepped  into  the 
room.  Moving  hurriedly  to  the  side  of  the  couch,  and  reach- 
ing out  his  hand  he  demanded  that  I  go  with  him.  Casting 
my  eyes  up,  I  recognized  him — the  object  of  all  my  affec- 
tions— the  one  to  whom  my  heart  had  been  crying  out.  My 
prayers  seemingly  were  answered.  He  said,  "Come,  as  I  de- 
sire to  keep  my  promise." 

He  did  not  appear  to  me  just  as  he  had  been  in  the 
body.  His  face  had  undergone  such  decided  changes — ap- 
pearing so  much  brighter  than  I  had  been  familiar  with — 
that  I  could  scarcely  look  at  him.  A  long  loose  robe  covered 
his  body.  He  did  not  appear  to  walk  on  the  floor,  but  to 
tread  on  air.  When  I  arose  and  took  his  hand  neither  of  us 
seemed  to  walk  but  to  glide  onward  and  upward.  On  look- 
ing back,  I  saw  my  own  body  lying  on  the  couch  apparently 
in  slumber,  but  in  reality  awaiting  my  return. 

We  seemed  to  rise  through  ceiling  and  roof  out  into  the 
air,  in  line  with  and  over  the  great  cross  on  the  spire.  Look- 
ing down,  we  could  see  a  wonderful  panorama  of  the  city 
and  its  people — a  criss-cross  myriad  of  finely  woven  webs  of 
street  intersections,  blended  and  mingled  with  the  glittering 
sun  rays  merrily  ricochetting  from  New  York's  watery 
boundaries.  Soon  this  was  lost  to  view,  for  we  traveled  in- 


conceivably  fast. 

Looking-  about,  I  became  aware  of  the  fact  that  we 
were  nearing  what  appeared  to  be  another  plane  or  planet- 
ary sphere.  I  asked,  "What  do  you  call  that  place  ?"  His 
answer  wafted  to  me  like  the  soothing  murmur  of  a  zephyr, 
"Home  of  your  Soul."  Looking,  I  first  saw  a  most  beautiful 
river.  On  crossing  this  water,  it  appeared  to  be  more  white 
than  blue  and  so  tranquil  and  placid  that  not  a  ripple  could 
be  seen  anywhere.  Beyond  this  a  tropical  country  scene 
unfolded  itself  to  our  view.  This  view  made  me  think  that 
this  entire  plane  had  been  carpeted  with  an  over-abund- 
ance of  grasses  and  flowers — the  grasses  appearing  a  green- 
ish blue  color.  Tropical  ferns  seemed  to  abide  everywhere. 
Oh,  it  was  beautiful  and  delectable  to  behold.  Everything 
we  looked  at  appeared  possessed  with  a  diamond  lustre,  but 
in  reality  only  the  brillance  of  dew  drops.  Stars  and  colors 
were  prominent  and  intermingled  at  all  points.  The  frag- 
rance was  inspiring  and  odoriferous.  There  was  nothing  of 
a  harsh  nature  to  be  seen,  everything  being  of  that  harmony 
one  would  expect  to  find  in  our  spirit  or  eternal  home.  There 
was  nothing  to  greet  my  ears  but  the  soft  murmur  of  voices 
linked  with  that  beauty  and  sweetness  which  can  only  come 
from  a  heavenly  sphere. 

After  allowing  me  time  to  view  this  heavenly  condi- 
tion, we  sailed  on  and  came  onto  a  view  of  a  beautiful  city. 
I  can  give  but  a  faint  idea  of  the  construction  of  the  same. 
No  tall  buildings  were  visible;  all  evidently  of  a  uniform 
order.  These  abodes — for  such  they  obviously  were — were 
strangely  fashioned  with  no  roofs  and  of  one  color— white. 

One  in  particular  that  I  was  attracted  to  was  an  ex- 
ception in  magnificence  and  splendor,  and  unusually  large 
compared  to  those  in  th e  vicinity.  As  we  approached  there 
appeared  to  be  a  large  veranda  covered  with  flowers  and 
vines  of  every  description ;  but  no  steps  to  any  part  of  this 
house  were  discernable.  We  came  closer.  I  could  see  no 
one  but  could  hear  the  rapturous  strains  of  music  and  soft, 
cooing  murmur  of  voices  within.  As  we  listened,  it  seemed 
as  if  elaborate  preparations  were  being  made  for  some  spe- 
cial ceremony.  Some  one  came  to  the  door  and  said,  "Come, 
for  the  feast  is  ready."  It  evidently  had  been  prepared  for 
me. 

I  seemed  to  feel  the  presence  of  relatives  and  friends 
within,  especially  that  of  mother.  I  started  to  go  in  but  my 
guide  checked  me,  saying,  "You  must  not  enter  there,  for 
I  have  orders  to  take  you  on  with  me."  As  I  turned  it  seem- 
ed to  me  that  my  loved  ones  felt  my  presence,  for  a  great 
desire  came  over  me  to  stay.  You  can  readily  know  how  I 
felt  when  I  was  told  that  I  could  not  stay  with  them.  To  re- 


lieve  the  condition  they  did  not  come  into  view.  I  asked  of 
the  guide  what  it  meant,  and  he  replied,  "If  I  allow  you  to 
go  in  there  I  could  not  get  you  back."  He  was  right,  for  had 
I  met  and  seen  mother  he  never  could  have  persuaded  me 
to  leave.  I  would  have  sacrificed  all  in  my  power  to  have 
stayed  there. 

I  worried  and  grieved  very  much  because  I  could  not 
have  my  own  way,  but  he  knew  beter  than  I.  My  soul's  de- 
sire was  to  go  to  mother  or  to  keep  him — my  guide — with 
me,  but  my  time  had  not  come  for  that  end.  My  mission  on 
earth  had  not  been  completed.  If  I  remain  true  to  my  trust 
and  my  spirit  appointments  and  work  diligently,  I  shall  re- 
ceive my  reward  in  the  future.  When  the  time  comes  he 
will  return  for  me  and  then  there  will  be  no  more  separa- 
tion. 

Allowing  me  another  view  of  the  big  city,  he  turned 
me  on  our  homeward  journey.  We  stopped  nowhere,  hav- 
ing overstayed  our  time  at  the  one  particular  place.  Slowly 
we  ffoated  back  toward  our  own  earth  plane.  On  our  way. 
I  seemed  to  be  returning  to  a  dark  prison  or  vault.  On  ap- 
proaching closer  to  our  earth  the  din  of  noises  and  confu- 
sion, the  rumble  of  traffic  greeted  our  ears — at  first  but 
faint  but  increasing  in  crescendo  until  it  became  a  veritable 
profaneness.  It  was  a  hard  task  to  reconcile  myself  to  the 
consequences  and  the  accompanying  feeling.  I  could  but 
recall  the  following  words : — 

"Weary  of  earth  and  ladened  with  care 

I  looked  toward  heaven  and  longed  to  be  there/' 

Being  in  bondage  and  trying  to  repent  that  great,  quiet 
under-way  of  living,  and  at  the  same  time  trying  to  worship 
God,  a  fearful  chill  came  over  me  and  seemed  to  repulse  me 
completely.  I  felt  I  could  not  enter  my  house  of  flesh.  Be- 
fore entering  my  cell,  I  pleaded  earnestly  to  return  with 
him.  He  only  allowed  me  to  wrestle  with  him,  but  I  clung 
so  tight  to  his  robe  that  he  came  in  with  me  and  waited  un- 
til I  had  regained  my  earthly  consciousness,  giving  me  the 
charge  that  we  both  should  know  the  truth,  and  that  he 
would  soon  come  and  take  me  on  another  flight  or  soul  ex- 
cursion. To  my  surprise,  I  found  that  I  had  just  enough 
time  to  attend  to  my  duties,  having  been  out  of  my  body  for 
five  hours  from  one  o'clock  until  six  o'clock. 

After  that  flight  or  soul  excursion,  I  have  never  felt  as 
though  I  belonged  to  this  earth  or  plane,  always  wanting 
to  turn  away  from  here  and  go  home,  for  it  is  the  home  I'm 
preparing  for  myself  on  this  material  plane.  In  a  message 
sent  me  sometime  later  through  another  medium,  he  said, 


* 'Marie,  I  am  awaiting  you  over  on  the  golden  shore  where 
parting  comes  to  us  no  more,  where  eternal  happiness 
awaits  us.  Safe  with  me,  for  I  love  you  best  of  all;  you  are 
my  choice  and  I  rejoice;  then,  in  our  happy  home  never 
more  to  roam  alone  you  will  become  my  loving  wife.  H.  T." 

Several  months  later  I  was  shocked  to  hear  the  sad 
news  that  father  was  dying.  Receiving  permission  from  my 
superiors,  I  returned  home  for  the  last  time.  He  lingered 
but  a  few  days.  During  his  dying  moments  I  stood  at  the 
foot  of  the  bed,  and  as  if  in  a  dream  I  saw  father  leave  his 
body,  rise  into  the  air,  transform  and  come  back  to  earth  as 
a  spirit  being. 

At  the  funeral  while  the  prayers  were  being  said,  a 
knocking  was  heard.  The  neighbor  friend  next  to  me  tip- 
toed to  the  front  door,  but  saw  no  one.  Again  the  knocking 
was  heard.  This  time  the  woman  went  to  the  back  door, 
but  again  found  no  one.  I  never  spoke  a  word,  thinking  to 
''quiet  the  spirit  in  that  wray.  That  it  was  the  spirit  of  my 
father,  making  a  noisy  protestation  against  the  prayers  be- 
ing offered  over  his  dead  body — he  not  being  a  church  mem- 
ber, but  a  believer  in  the  Great  Spirit  and  spirit  return — is 
true  without  a  shadow  of  a  doubt.  After  the  funeral,  I  could 
hea'*  him  meandering  about  with  that  same  old  dragging, 
snaffling  step.  At  one  time  noises  were  heard  emanating 
from  father's  former  bedroom.  On  investigation  no  one  was 
seen,  but  I  soon  understood  for  I  remembered  that  a  "strong- 
box," covered  with  metal  sheeting,  in  which  father  kept  all 
his  valuables  and  important  documents,  was  in  the  room. 
He  had  evidently  been  knocking  against  this  sheeting.  The 
reason  I  did  not  enter  the  rooms  frequented  much  by  him 
was  that  it  was  only  a  signal  for  him  to  begin  his  knocking 
My  sojourn  in  this  room  was  of  the  shortest  possible  dura- 
tion, soon  returning  to  New  York  again  to  resume  my  for- 
mer duties. 

At  another  time  while  sitting  under  a  tree  in  the  Con- 
vent in  meditation,  I  heard  music.  It  seemed  to  be  above  me 
in  the  tree,  of  a  weird,  far-away  tone  quality.  I  looked  up 
but  saw  no  one.  I  knew  no  singing  was  allowed  at  that  hour, 
yet  it  came  louder  with  the  rustle  of  the  leaves,  so  clear,  so 
strong.  I  knew  in  an  instant  it  was  no  earthly  music,  for  I 
felt  as  though  no  earthly  voice  could  render  such  sweet  song 
as  that,  as  on  my  ears  these  gracious  tidings  fell,  "Believe 
and  confess — thou  shalt  be  loose  from  all." 

I  then  looked  up.  Laying  aside  my  Rosary  that  I  al- 
ways had  carried  and  had  placed  such  confidence  in,  I  began 
to  rejoice  with  the  heavenly  hosts.  As  I  did  so,  I  heard  the 
most  delightful  string  music  sounding  like  that  of  a  harp. 
It  increased  in  volume  until  it  reached  a  tremendous  climax 


point,  and  then  1  recognized  that  hymn  of  hymns — "Rock  of 
Ages."  In  full  melody  it  seemed  to  vibrate  through  all 
things  in  my  surroundings.  I  did  not  recognize  any  of  the 
voices  as  belonging  to  any  one  I  knew  who  had  crossed  the 
divide.  In  a  little  while  the  strains  of  music  left  me,  taking 
with  them  my  longing  to  follow  and  my  lingering  gaze.  I 
saw  nothing;  I  could  only  hear  these  words,  "Blessed  is  he 
who  believes  but  does  not  see." 

Before  entering  the  house,  I  read  the  II.  Samuel  22:2, 
"The  Lord  is  my  rock  and  my  fortress."  Then  I  arose  per- 
fectly content  and  went  in,  realizing  we  walk  by  faith  and 
not  by  sight.  I  was  so  content  that  I  took  only  what  the 
spirit  world  gave  me,  feeling  sure  sight  would  come  later. 
The  environment  and  unconscious  sway  of  influence  these 
intelligences  had  over  me  made  it  impossible  for  me  to 
question  what  the  ultimate  result  of  it  all  would  be. 

I  did  not  get  back  out  of  doors  again  in  a  long  time  to 
visit  that  beloved  spot  under  the  tree.  Having  overstayed 
my  time  that  evening,  I  had  to  undergo  a  light  punishment. 
I  sat  a  watch  in  my  own  room  and  sang.  While  singing, 
"Jerusalem,  Hark,  the  Angels  Sing" — to  my  surprise  came 
the  music  on  the  harp  as  an  accompaniment.  A  few  mo- 
ments later  all  left  and  there  came  a  reaction  and  calm. 
Being  disgusted  and  discouraged  with  the  turn  of  events,  I 
had  had  enough  experience  inside  of  those  walls,  and  should 
lay  plans  for  my  escape. 

A  nun  sat  in  her  prison  cell 

Doomed  all  the  days  of  her  life, 
And  her  thoughts  went  out  to  the  beautiful  world, 

"Will  I  never  be  free  from  this  strife?" 

A  songster  sat 'on  the  window  ledge 
And  the  poor  girl's  heart  was  stirred ; 

"Just  follow  me,"  it  seemed  to  urge, 
To  the  Convent  sang  the  bird. 

I  became  so  useful  in  my  life  as  a  Sister  that  I  was 
trusted  with  a  visiting  list  so  often  that  I  was  practically 
privileged  to  go  about  wherever  I  pleased  in  New  York.  I 
not  only  went  where  they  sent  me,  but  also  where  I  was  not 
expected  to  go — listening  all  of  the  time  to  my  spirit  guides, 
and  going  wherever  they  took  me.  I — Indian-like — desired 
to  roam  from  one  scene  to  another,  appearing  sometimes  at 
places  where  I  had  no  business  being.  There  seemed  a  con- 
dition surrounding  me,  such  that  I  never  tried  to  avoid  any- 
thing I  came  in  contact  with.  No  matter  where  I  went  I 
could  always  see  or  feel  Big  Chief — my  father — close  to  me 
watching  that  no  harm  befell  me,  and  I  never  felt  any  un- 


easiness.  Many  times  as  I  wandered  on  in  deep  thought,  I 
would  hear  his  voice  calling  me  to  take  care  and  give  atten- 
tion. 

I  frequently  came  in  contact  with  poor,  down-trodden 
men  and  women,  who  would  appeal  to  me  for  help  and 
financial  assistance.  Very  often  1  gave  up  half  of  what  I 
had  previously  collected  from  patrons  on  my  visiting  lists. 
Many  times  I  went  to  the  homes  of  the  poor  and  the  crimi- 
nal, and  what  I  saw  would  make  me  heartsick.  In  some  I 
found  intoxicated  men  and  women  so  low  down  and  degrad- 
ed that  there  seemed  to  he  no  possible  help  for  them;  in 
others  all  stages  and  descriptions  of  diseases  wre  present; 
while  in  others  crime  and  filth  were  the  outstanding  fea- 
tures. Many  of  these  people  were  out  of  the  daily  pre- 
scribed route,  but  that  made  no  difference  to  me ;  I  did  all 
the  good  I  possibly  could. 

One  day  I  passed  by  a  large  prison.  On  looking  up  I 
saw  Big  Chief  standing,  looking  at  me,  and  he  said,  "Here 
is  work  for  you  to  do/'  "But  how  can  I  get  in?"  I  asked. 
The  next  day,  as  I  passed  the  same  prison,  I  saw  a  poor,  care- 
worn woman  who  stooped  and  asked  for  prayers,  also  beg- 
ging me  to  say  a  prayer  for  her  son  who  was  incarcerated 
within.  I  was  only  too  glad  and  willing,  and  availed  myself 
of  the  opportunity. 

Following  the  poor  mother,  we  were  allowed  admit- 
tance. I  talked  to  the  son  and  prayed  for  him  and  bade  him 
read  a  small  Bible  which  I  left,  and  which  he  took  with  him 
to  Sing  Sing  prison.  Having  an  opportuinty  to  follow  up  the 
career  of  this  young  men,  I  later  learned  that  the  seed  I  had 
planted  had  yielded  fruit. 

I  did  not  think  it  wise  to  tell  my  superiors  what  work  I 
was  doing.  By  doing  this  I  had  better  opportunities  to  carry 
out  my  plans.  There  was  a  great  longing  in  my  breast  to 
see  Coney  Island — New  York's  amusement  park — by  night, 
for  I  had  heard  so  much  about  it. 

Making  my  plans  accordingly,  I  walked  out  the  back 
door  one  evening  and  down  the  garden  to  the  wall.  Under 
my  arm  was  a  box  with  a  rope  in  it.  At  the  wall  whom 
should  I  see  on  top  but  Big  Chief — my  guide.  Below  him 
I  saw  notches  in  the  brick  wall  by  means  of  which  I  was  soon 
over  the  wall.  On  the  other  side  I  found  a  good  thorough- 
fare for  making  my  way  without  attracting  the  attention  of 
anyone,  to  the  home  of  a  friend  of  mine  with  whom  my  es- 
cape had  been  prearranged.  In  a  short  time  I  was  properly 
attired  and  my  friend  and  I  set  out  for  the  park.  How  I 
enjoyed  that  lark  no  one  knows  but  myself.  I  came  face  to 
face  with  many  I  knew  but  they,  seeing  me  in  civilian 
clothes,  did  not  recognize  me. 


I  was  forced  to  spend  the  night  with  my  friend,  as  it 
was  not  feasible  to  attempt  to  return  at  such  a  late  hour. 
Coming  back  early  enough  in  the  morning,  I  passed  through 
the  Church  saying  my  prayers.  When  asked  where  1  had 
been  I  replied.  "Out  on  a  little  mission/'  The  Mother  Supe- 
rior thought  different  and  started  in  to  box  my  ears,  but  this 
was  one  of  the  times  I  would  not  submit.  Reaching  out,  I 
tore  the  veil  from  her  head  and  she  just  barely  escaped  with 
her  life,  for  I  was  so  furiously  angry  that  I  was  tempted  to 
throw  her  over  the  railing  and  down  the  stairs.  The  sen- 
tence and  punishment  meted  out  to  me  was  the  maximum 
imposed  for  such  offences. 

On  my  way  to  the  cell  for  punishment  I  was  met  by  the 
cook  who  stealthily  handed  me  a  lunch,  for  she  knew  I 
would  get  nothing  all  day.  This  I  secreted  until  I  had  been 
locked  in.  Then  I  took  time  to  eat  and  enjoy  a  small  chick- 
en, and  amongst  other  things  a  flask  of  wine. 

While  eating,  a  shadow  passed  through  the  door  and 
there  before  me  stood  Big  Chief.  He  flashed  a  spirit  light 
about  the  cell  so  that  I  could  see  where  I  was.  He  showed 
me  a  vision  of  the  assassination  of  President  McKinley; 
several  war  views,  one  of  them  fought  under  palm  trees, 
while  in  the  other  red-coated  soldiers  were  engaged;  an 
earthquake;  and  a  stream  of  roaring  water  predicting 
floods.  He  knelt  beside  me  and  pleaded  with  me  to  leave 
the  place  we  were  in  and  to  trust  myself  to  his  guidance, 
for  he  would  take  care  of  me.  Then  a  vision  of  mother 
came — weeping  because  she  had  left  me  in  such  bondage. 

I  vowed  to  follow  Big  Chief  and  confide  in  the  Great 
Spirit.  Going  to  the,  door — with  my  guide — I  found  it  un- 
locked. I  went  about'  my  duties  as  if  nothing  had  happened, 
trusting  all  the  time  in  my  guide.  When  my  superiors 
saw  this  they  hurriedly  made  arrangements  for  my  transfer 
to  Philadelphia. 

Thinking  to  get  rid  of  me,  I  was  sent  from  Philadelphia 
to  Newport  News,  Va.,  where  an  epidemic  of  yellow  fever 
was  raging.  But  all  to  no  avail,  for  I  took  up  my  duties  as  a 
nurse  and  gave  what  succor  I  was  capable  of,  withoua  being 
protected  in  any  way  from  the  disease.  I  realized  later  what 
danger  I  had  submitted  myself  to,  but  only  received  great- 
er faith  in  my  guides.  When  my  work  at  this  place  had  been 
completed,  I  was  sent  back  to  Philadelphia  to  assume  my 
new  duties  there. 

I  found  quite  a  few  mediums  among  the  priests  and 
nuns.  On  recollection,  I  don't  wonder  at  the  above  state- 
ment. For  what  is  more  desirable  for  spiritual  unfoldment 
and  attraction  to  the  Great  Beyond  than  to  be  shut  in  from 
the  noise  of  the  busy  world,  surrounded  by  flowers,  music 
and  incense  and  of  necessity — concentration  on  devotion. 


Unconsciously  or  subconsciously  the  gateway  is  opened, 
bringing  joy  for  the  discovery  of  the  newly  found  truth  but 
disappointment  for  the  environments  and  servitude  chained 
to  them  during  their  physical  life. 

Psychic  phenomena  were  demonstrated  daily.  The 
Sister  Superior  often  interrupted  my  associate  Sister  and  me 
while  we  were  enjoying  thought  transference  with  both  the 
living  and  the  dead — for  no  other  reason  than  that  she  her- 
self was  psychic  and  knew  of  our  pastime.  Of  one  particu- 
lar instance  I  remember  where  the  spirit  of  my  lover — 
the  priest — brought  me  thoughts  from  a  priest  in  Cleveland 
who  was  to  figure  prominently  in  subsequent  events.  While 
this  side  of  the  experiences  was  roses,  the  thorns  presented 
themselves  in  as  much  as  we  had  to  be  guarded  in  both  ac- 
tive and  subconscious  thoughts,  and  in  our  actions,  lest  the 
psychic  Mother  Superior  get  acquainted  with  everything 
about  and  between  us. 

I  had  been  ailing  three  weeks  with  a  rheumatic  attack 
which  affected  my  left  limb,  when  an  interesting  incident 
occurred.  Coming  down  the  stairs  very  early  one  morning 
to  prepare  the  lights  for  early  mass,  I  felt  weak  and  faint, 
making  it  necessary  for  me  to  support  myself  on  the  railing. 
Suddenly  a  crescent  about  two  feet  wide  appeared  at  my 
feet.  I  stepped  onto  it  with  my  left  foot  and  immediately  a 
light  flared  up.  Frightened,  I  ran  up  the  stairs  and  down  by 
another,  to  perform  my  duties ;  but  the  ailment  had  left  me. 
Several  years  later  the  spirit  of  Moonbeam — came  to  me 
with  a  light  and  crescent,  and  I  then  realized  that  Moon- 
beam had  cured  me  of  my  rheumatic  attack. 

About  this  time  I  began  to  listen  to  my  spirit  friend  in 
his  effort  to  have  me  give  up  this  bondage  and  go  out  into 
the  world  to  see  and  do  what  I  could.  After  due  considera- 
tion of  all  things  concerned  and  connected  with  my  proposed 
flight,  I  told  the  Sisters.  This  created  quite  an  excitement 
amongst  them.  They  threatened,  scolded,  cajoled  and 
promised,  but  all  to  no  purpose,  for  I  had  had  a  glimpse  of 
what  was  in  store  for  me,  and  determined  that  my  relations 
with  them  must  cease.  They  sent  urgent  messages  to  the 
heads  in  Montreal,  but  this  made  no  impression  on  me.  The 
orders  from  Montreal  were  to  hold  me  to  the  vows  I  had 
taken,  and  promised  me  a  better  home  for  the  money  my 
mother  paid  for  my  tuition  and  care. 

Fortifying  myself  against  all  or  any  possible  conditions 
that  might  arise — knowing  that  an  authority  from  Montreal 
would  likely  arrive  any  time — 1  went  quietly  into  the  last 
prayers  of  my  career  as  a  nun — one  night.  While  kneeling 
before  a  life-sized  crucifix,  and  all  sincere  in  my  devotions, 
I  heard  a  great  crash,  and  instantly  following  this,  Big  Chief 


appeared  before  me,  accompanied  by  the  spirits  of  my 
mother  and  of  two  Sisiters  I  had  known  in  life.  They  stood 
side  by  side  until  I  had  finished  and  then  they  faced  about 
and  in  single  file  passed  through  the  door.  By  impulse  I  fol- 
lowed them  out.  As  we  passed  the  door,  I  went  into  the 
Church  proper  where  I  saluted  and  paid  my  respects  to  the 
fourteen  stations  of  the  Cross — representing  Christ  on  his 
way  to  Calvary;  also  paying  my  best  and  most  loving  tri- 
bute to  the  Madonna  for  a  special  prayer  in  my  behalf. 
When  the  great  outer  doors  closed  behind  me,  freedom 
was  mine. 

At  that  moment  the  thought  came,  "What  shall  I  do?" 
The  exultation,  the  newr  air,  the  quickened,  unknown  heart- 
beat, the  desire  to  shout  to  all  the  world  the  news  of  my  free- 
dom—all descended  upon  me  so  quickly  that  I  was  com- 
pletely confounded.  While  I  was  pondering  and  thinking 
over  how  I  had  previously  arranged  my  plans,  a  bird  twit- 
tered and  finally  broke  into  a  song.  It  seemed  to  be  a  mes- 
sage of  love  and  encouragement  to  me ;  it  seemed  as  if  the 
birds  were  even  interested  in  my  case. 

Recovering  my  mental  equilibrium,  I  hurried  to  my 
friend's  home — the  one  who  had  escorted  me  on  the  Coney 
Island  escapade.  After  a  hurried  explanation  and  consul- 
tation, she  gave  me  some  civilian  clothes  to  wear  on  my 
light.  Further  cautioning  and  urging  her  to  keep  my  fight 
from  the  priests'  ears,  I  departed,  feeling  somewhat  easier 
in  the  acquired  attire. 

Having  some  means  I  went  to  the  station  and  purchased 
a  ticket  for  Cleveland,  Ohio.  At  this  place  I  found  old 
friends  and  neighbors  of  my  father's  who  were  sympathetic 
with  me  in  my  flight'and  with  whom  I  rejoiced  in  my  newly 
acquired  freedom.  For  a  whole  day  I  remained  indoors  still 
wary  lest  I  be  apprehended. 

The  following  day  we  started  on  a  shopping  tour  to 
outfit  a  wardrobe  for  myself.  While  busily  engaged  in  talk- 
ing and  viewing  the  sights  while  passing  from  one  store  to 
another,  I  espied  a  priest  coming  towards  us.  In  passing, 
our  eyes  met,  and  I  knew  I  had  been  recognized  through  the 
medium  of  higher  intelligences,  and  by  means  of  powers  ac- 
quired through  unfoldment  and  environments — as  referred 
to  previously.  I  acquainted  my  friend  with  the  news,  at  the 
same  time  telling  her  I  would  journey  to  another  point. 

That  night  I  took  a  boat  to  Detroit.  In  the  morning  I 
hunted  for  a  desirable  room — finding  one,  about  noon  time. 
The  relaxation,  the  cold,  cheerless  four  walls  surrounding 
enclosure  and  the  future  outlook  made  me  despondent. 
There  I  was — unwelcomed — a  fugitive  in  the  eyes  of  the 
world — trembling,  nervous,  blue,  downhearted.  Do  you 


wonder,  gentle  reader,  at  my  condition?  My  thoughts  were 
as  nervous  as  I  physically  was  .  They  agitated  me  in  a  com- 
parison of  the  past — the  quiet  life — with  the  then  present — 
dodging,  unhonored,  unrespected  career.  In  this  brooding 
state  of  mind  I  passed  the  whole  of  the  afternoon. 

In  the  evening,  I  lay  down  all  worn  out.  I  immediately 
became  aware  of  the  fact  that  I  was  not  alone.  I  closed  my 
eyes  jmd  instantly  sawr  the  shepherd — my  priest — standing 
close  by  saying  that  he  had  given  up  his  life  for  his  sheep. 
He  had  his  crook  in  his  hand  and  two  small  lambs  in  his 
arms.  He  came  so_close  that  he  touched  me,  saying,  "Itiis 
the  songs  you  sing  and  the  smiles  you  wear  that  makes  the 
sunshine  glow ;  also,  may  every  morning  seem  to  say  there 
is  something  happy  on  the  way."  Jumping  to  my  feet  in  a 
dazed  condition,  I  cried,  "I  am  ready — take  me  now."  I 
had  not  stopped  to  think;  this  I  realized  when  I  had  re- 
covered fully.  I  knew  I  was  not  ready,  for  there  were  many 
things  not  yet  accomplished.  My  mission  on  earth  really 
just  had  its  beginning.  But  before  I  had  arrived  at  a  worthy 
end  I  could  not  expect  the  longed  for  journey  across  the 
divide  to  join  my  loved  ones.  To  Jesus  I  said,  "My  sorrow 
sets  too  deep  for  this  life  to  look  for  peace  and  happiness 
from  anyone  but  you.  Human  sympathy  is  too  shallow 
as  a  rule,  so  I  must  look  higher  and  say, 

'Thou  does't  remember, 

Midst  all  the  glories  of  Thy  Throne — 

The  sorrows  of  humanity, 

For  they  were  once  Thine  own/  '  i  u<  , 

In  the  morning  restlessness  returned  to  me.  I  later  re- 
ceived a  visit  from  Big  Chief  who  bade  me  folio  whim.  My 
destination  under  his  guidance  was  Walpole  Island — the 
Indian  Reserve.  While  there  I  sent  word  to  the  Mother  Su- 
perior at  at  Philadelphia  and  the  priest  in  Cleveland  that  I 
had  sought  refuge  among  my  ancestors'  people,  and  had 
further  denounced  all  creeds  and  joined  the  Great  Spirit 
worshippers.  Also,  during  my  stay,  I  attracted  the  Spirit  of 
Pontiac — the  great  Indian  warrior  and  trailer. 

The  following  day  I  retraced  my  route  to  Detroit  again. 
On  returning  to  my  place  I  found  that  I  was  not  alone,  for 
the  Spirit  of  Pontiac  was  my  companion.  He  came  to  me  as 
a  shepherd  to  watch  over  me,  as  I  was  one  of  his  lambs, 
and  to  teach  me  to  trust  in  him. 

He  took  my  soul  on  a  journey  to  develop  within  me 
the  desires  of  my  spirit  loved  ones  for  my  education  that 
was  to  fit  me  for  my  lifework.  He  showed  me  the  great 
peaceful  river;  he  took  me  a  long  distance  over  green  fields 
and  towns  and  finally  stopped  at  a  large,  beautiful  fountain 


where  he  bade  me  drink.  At  another  stop  he  invited  me  to 
a  great  feast.  Oh,  what  joy  there  seemed  to  be  among  the 
people  over  the  return  of  Big  Chief  Tommyhawk  with  a 
brother  from  earth  life  who  was  to  remain  with  them.  I 
could  not  see  him — Tommyhawk — but  I  felt  his  presence. 
This  feast  appeared  to  take  place  in  the  open  and  under  the 
protection  of  a  hill. 

We  then  visited  with  Princess  Laconquinne,  my  grand- 
mother on  my  father's  side — who  sat  at  the  entrance  of  a 
magnificent  white  palace.  She  evidently  was  mistress  of 
the  place,  which  apparently  was  a  haven  for  mothers.  I 
was  then  piloted  through  a  long  dark  valley.  A  light  was 
visible  in  the  distance,  at  first  a  dim  ray,  but  brightening 
as  we  neared  the  end.  At  the  end  I  was  met  by  my  spirit 
guide  and  returned  to  the  body.  As  evidence  of  their 
faith  and  watchfulness,  I  received  the  following  poem. 

There's  a  fair  Indian  maid 

Whose  duties  are  laid, 
On  the  banks  of  a  beautiful  river. 
With  her  guides,  their  lives  never  sever. 

Her  duties  are  plain 

As  they  sweep  through  the  brain, 
Their  love  for  her  so  exceeding, 

Revealing  to  her  their  presence  so  near 
As  they  touch  her  when  gently  kneeling. 

The  Physical  plain  oft  causes  a  pain 

When  absence  is  felt  when  she  wanders, 
But  oh,  what  joys 
When  she  hears  from  her  boys, 
For  she  feels  they  are  always  about  her. 

These  brave  Indian  boys 

Were  always  her  joy 
When  oft  on  the  trail  they  did  wander, 

Ever  mindful  of  her  and  the  pleasures  she  seeks, 
Ever  watchful  that  love  will  surround  her. 

Her  desires  for  good 

Are  all  understood 
By  the  braves  that  give  her  power ; 

Make  her  life  very  dear,  with  their  presence  so  near, 
And  always  on  watch  to  defend  her. 

Entering  on  the  second  phase  of  my  career — which  ap- 
pears to  be  a  reincarnation  to  do  worldly  good — I  have  my- 
self wondered  and  marveled — on  retrospection — at  the  ab- 
solute power  of  the  unseen  forces.  My  lifework  had  been 


cut  out  for  me ;  chiseled,  irremovable  on  the  marble  pil- 
lars of  accomplishment.  My  guides — the  spirits  of  the 
known  and  unknown  to  me  in  this  material  life — being  par- 
ties to  the  conspiracy  to  effect  my  escape,  gave  birth  to  the 
desire  within  my  mind — nursing  it  in  characteristic  fashion 
until  the  psychological  moment  had  arrived  for  the  smould- 
ering in  my  breast  to  break  out  into  a  seething  flame.  The 
turn  of  events  which  made  my  freedom  possible  is  but  anoth- 
er instance  of  their  handiwork.  Once  free,  I  was  further  di- 
rected on  my  course.  I  do  not  lament;  I  only  wonder  and  try 
to  surmise  what  I  will  be  called  upon  to  do  next;  I  am 
ready,  at  all  times  under  aJl  conditions. 

Being  prepared  and  ready  to  do  the  bidding  of  my  spir- 
it guides,  I  failed  to  keep  as  accurate  and  as  detailed  an  ac- 
count of  my  later  life  as  would  be  necessary  for  a  work  of 
this  type.  Consequently,  the  work  under  this  part  is  not  re- 
corded in  a  chronological  sequence,  but  under  headings  of 
the  various  topics' such  as  Healing,  Trailing,  etc.,  which  gives 
in  a  synopsized  form,  an  account  of  my  experiences  and  ac- 
complishments. Even  the  various  cities  and  towns — there 
being  so  many — are  not  mentioned  in  detail.  I  belong  to 
various  state  organizations,  but  I  always  undertook  volun- 
teer work,  never  waiting  to  be  called  upon  by  the  associa- 
tions. Arriving  at  one  destination  and  completing  my  mis- 
sion, I  was  either  invited  or  guided  to  another — usually  with- 
in a  short  radius.  Using  one  of  these  places  as  a  headquar- 
ter, I  worked  out  from  the  same— in  this  manner  covering 
quite  an  extensive  territory.  I've  made  no  commercial  is- 
sue of  my  talents,  just  taking  and  receiving  remuneration 
with  my  traveling  expenses  plus  my  upkeep. 

My  guides,  who  have  striven  to  render  invaluable  aid 
to  alleviate  some  of  the  perplexities  of  the  material  life, 
are  all  Indians  with  the  exception  of  two — my  mother  and 
H.  T.,  the  priest. 

H.  T.,  my  priest,  is  my  personal  comforter  and  guide, 
helping  me  at  all  times  and  teaching  me  of  his  world  and 
what  I  have  to  look  forward  to  in  the  future  life. 

Mother — is  the  receptive  guardian — the  gatekeeper  for 
all  spirits  who  desire  to  communicate  with  me. 

Tommyhawk — my  father — for  self-protection  and  for 
those  I  ask  of  him  to  battle  for.  In  true  Indian  style,  he 
comes  accompanied  by  his  six  dogs  which  have  materialized 
in  a  materializing  circle. 

Sitting  Bull — Tommyhawk's  companion  at  times. 

Princess  Laconquinne — my  grandmother  on  my  father's 
side — for  message  work. 

Two  Indian  children — who  help  in  circle  work. 

Moonbeam — my  Indian  medicine-man  who  helps  me  in 


my  healing. 

Pontiac — the  trailer  and  locator  for  the  hidden  or  the 
lost. 

Of  these  guides,  the  first  three  mentioned  were  known 
to  me  in  earth  life,  while  the  remaining  were  attracted  at 
some  previous  time.  I  can  depend  on  my  Indian  guides  not 
to  give  false  or  misleading  statements  because  in  earth  life 
an  Indian  despises  the  man  with  a  crooked  tongue.  Fur- 
ther, they  do  not  throw  the  condition  of  their  passing  out 
of  this  material  life  over  me.  Examples  of  what  they 
have  accomplished  through  me  and  my  talents  are  given  un- 
der the  following  articles : 

HEALING. 

In  a  peculiar  yet  simple  and  logical  manner  my  success 
as  a  healer  can  be  comprehended.  My  father  was  known 
among  the  Indians  for  his  knowledge  of  herbs  and  the  man- 
ner of  compounding  simple  remedies — crude  in  most  ways, 
yet  common-sense,  practical  Nature  in  themselves.  These 
necessary  requisites  in  physical  structure  and  properties 
were  mine.  My  hands  are  soft,  cushiony,  and  warm,  allow- 
ing the  vital  magnetism  to  be  directed  outward,  drawing  the 
blood  with  it.  Then  thru  psychometrical  work  I  am  able 
to  locate  the  center  and  base  of  the  ailments,  making  it  possi- 
ble in  many  cases  to  do  away  with  all  experimenting. 

In  my  work  in  this  branch,  I  have  learned  fundamental 
points  which — if  the  doctors  were  to  follow  more  closely— 
would  compensate  both  doctor  and  patient.  Of  the  great- 
est importance  is  the  diverting  of  the  patient's  mind  from 
the  ailment.  This  accomplished,  I  gently  touch  the  afflicted 
parts  and  with  low  words  of  assurance  offer  suggestions,  but 
being  tactful  to  have  the  patients' follow  me  throughout  all. 
For  some  I  pray  and  have  them  pray.  Where  music  is  ad- 
visable I  have  it  played  or  sung.  But  of  all,  I  take  greatest 
care  to  await  impressions  to  do  the  healing — not  at  any 
time  but  only  when  encouraged  and  aided  by  my  spirit 
guides. 

While  traveling  from  Detroit  to  Sandusky,  Ohio,  in  an- 
swer to  a  call  from  a  circle  and  to  help  the  resident  mem- 
bers to  the  best  of  my  ability,  the  spirit  of  Moonbeam— 
the  Indian  medicine-man — appeared  before  me.  He  inform- 
ed me  that  there  was  work  to  be  done  and  that  he  would 
be  with  me  throughout  the  entire  period. 

He  was  right.  On  appearing  on  the  rostrum,  I  found 
that  I  could  not  go  on  with  the  scheduled  message  work. 
Going  down  into  the  audience,  I  walked  down  the  aisle  and 
was  guided  to  a  certain  woman  whose  name  I  don't  know. 
I  felt  my  arm;  there  was  a  pain.  "I  hurt  myself  by  falling 


out  through  the  doorway  with  a  washtub,"  I  told  her. 
Much  to  her  surprise  and  chagrin,  I  took  her  arm  and  gent- 
ly massaged  it.  My  statements  were  correct,  for  she  admit- 
ted that  she  had  hurt  herself  in  the  manner  stated.  Being 
a  poor  woman  who  washed  for  a  living,  I  was  heartily 
pleased  with  my  work  and  thanked  my  guides. 

At  another  time  while  there,  I  undertook  to  cure  a  case 
without  personal  contact  with  the  party.  I  stood  on  the  ros- 
trum and  in  answer  to  my  guides  said,  "There  is  a  certain 
party  by  name  .of  Henry — a  lawyer — who  has  an  injured 
wrist  and  whose  father  also  tells  me  that  he  is  skeptical 
about  our  work."  The  man's  wife  raised  her  hand  and  veri- 
fied my  statements.  "He  hurt  his  wrist  while  out  on  a  hunt- 
ing trip  and  while  carrying  a  gun/'  I  continued.  They  also 
acknowledged  that.  1  told  him  to  remove  his  wrist  band 
and  give  me  a  good  thought.  I  rubbed  and  treated  my 
own  wrist  and  prayed  for  him,  knowing  that  the  spirit  of  his 
father  was  doing  likewise  with  his.  I  was  informed  later  by 
his  wife  that  he  had  never  worn  the  wrist  band  again  and 
that  his  views  on  the  subject  had  been  revised  considerably. 

By  means  of  massaging  and  the  prayer  cure  a  crippled 
woman  was  somewhat  relieved.  She  had  been  unable  to 
walk  without  the  aid  of  a  crutch  for  three  years,  and  the  last 
five  months  preceding  the  treatments  she  had  been  in  bed. 
After  three  treatments  a  relaxation  of  the  muscles  was  ef- 
fected and  since  then  the  woman  has  been  able  to  walk  with 
the  aid  of  a  cane. 

People  are  skeptical  of  such  versions  as  stated  above. 
In  Columbus,  in  a  circle,  a  doctor — receptive  to  a  cer- 
tain extent  but  still  a  doubter — brought  in  a  paper  on  a  dif- 
ficult medical  case  where  exact  diagnosis  was  lacking.  By 
means  of  psychometrical  reading,  I  was  able  to  locate  the 
exact  center  and  base  of  the  ailment.  He  became  very  en- 
thusiastic and  wanted  to  know  why  he,  with  all  his  univer- 
sity training  and  technical  knowledge,  had  to  be  told  by 
one  who  had  no  diploma,  nor  had  seen  the  patient.  Then 
he  became  acquainted  with  the  fact  that  everyone  is 
psychic — some  very  much  more  so  than  others.  The  require- 
ment to  develop  the  hidden  powers  within  ourselves  to  at- 
tend circles  and  try  to  unfold.  This  power  is  but  dormant  in 
some  people,  and  like  a  stiffened  member  of  the  body, 
needs  exercise,  it  needs  but  attention  and  patience.  The  doc- 
tor became  an  enthusiastic  member  of  the  circles  I  held 
during  the  year  I  was  there. 

TRAILING. 

In  my  work  under  this  heading,  my  guide,  Pontiac,  fig- 
ures conspicuously.  While  working — recuperating  from  the 


exhaustion  brought  on  from  the  healing  cases — Pontiac 
came  to  me  and  said,  "Tell  your  neighbor  that  her  son  is  not 
lost.  Tell  her  to  go  to  Coldwater,  Michigan;  visit  a  man 
there  by  the  name  of  Ames  who  runs  a  barber  shop,  and  he 
will  tell  her  where  to  find  her  son  Les."  This  I  did  and 
she  became  highly  excited,  for  she  said  that  she  had  been 
awaiting  an  opportunity  to  ask  if  I  could  help  her  in  locating 
her  "lost  boy."  Following  my  instructions,  she  brought  the 
"boy"  back  home  with  her  shortly  before  Christmas  and 
was  able  to  enjoy  the  first  happy  Yuletide  in  the  twelve 
years  of  his  absence. 

Another  lady  hearing  of  the  above  by  means  of  some 
devious  channel,  as  news  of  this  character  travels,  came  to 
see  me  about  her  son.  Pontiac  told  her  through  me  that 
her  son  had  gone  never  to  return  home  to  settle  down.  He 
further  added  that  she  should  go  home  and  call  on  the  Great 
Spirit  every  day  until  he  brought  the  son  to  her  from  Hunt- 
ington,  Indiana.  During  the  interval  preceding  the  young 
man's  return,  I  sat  under  the  sunflowers — at  the  back  of  my 
lodging — at  twilight,  and  kept  in  touch  with  the  spirits  of 
the  young  man's  actions.  At  the  end  of  three  weeks,  the 
prodigal  son  returned  for  a  visit  to  his  home  in  Freemont, 
Ohio. 

Shortly  after  this,  while  at  Amherst,  Ohio,  a  man  from 
Republic,  Ohio,  came  to  see  me.  Before  he  had  made  the 
object  of  his  visit  known  to  me,  Pontiac  told  me  to  say, 
"Your  mother  has  the  money,  that's  why  you  no  find.  Go 
to  your  home  in  country ;  go  to  spring  house  where  you  keep 
milk ;  look  down  deep  in  mud  under  water-trough,  and  in 
a  cream  jar  you  will  find  500  wampams  ($500.")  He  did 
so,  and  found  the  'amount  as  stated.  The  father  and 
mother  of  this  man  had  Quarreled.  Following  the  disagree- 
ment, the  mother  had  hid  the  money  but  had  died  before 
telling  her  son  where  to  find  it. 

In  a  case  of  this  kind,  locating  treasure  is  permissible. 
But  I  have  emphatically  nothing  whatever  to  do  with  seek- 
ing or  helping  others  to  locate  treasures  that  were  ac- 
quired unlawfully  and  then  hidden.  The  spirit  condition 
guarding  the  treasure  is  anything  but  satisfactory.  Should 
the  treasure  be  found,  the  visitation  of  bad  luck,  failures, 
and  apprehension  will  soon  deprive  the  finder  of  his  ill-got- 
ten fortune.  Death  is  a  very  common  gain  reaped  by  such 
treasure  hunters. 

A  case  of  this  character  was  enacted  in  the  vicinity  of 
where  I  was  staying,  Pontiac  explaining  to  me  the  cause 
of  it  all.  Four  young  men  had  stolen  some  money,  and  in 
their  flight,  one  of  their  number  was  killed  by  pursuers. 
The  money  was  buried  by  the  remaining  three  in  a  thick 


woods.  One  night  one  of  the  three  attempted  to  crawl  up 
and  get  his  share  of  the  booty.  He  was  shot  and  killed 
by  one  of  the  others  who  happened  to  be  lying  there  un- 
known to  the  first  young  man.  A  clear  instance  of  the 
earth-bound  spirit  of  the  first  killed  wreaking  havoc  on  the 
other  three  by  causing  one  of  their  number  to  die  the  death 
he  did. 

Ppntiac  guides  me  clearly  enough  in  such  cases.  His 
work  is  only  to  do  good  for  humanity.  The  instances  as 
stated  give  but  a  few  examples  of  the  work  he  had  helped 
perform  to  relieve  a  few  of  the  many  aching  hearts. 

TITANIC  PROPHECY. 

Three  days  before  the  Titanic  went  down  to  its  watery 
grave,  I  had  a  vision  of  the  disaster,  but  did  not  get  it  clear 
enough  to  distinguish  a  ship,  nor  the  place  of  the  accident. 
The  evening  of  the  fatal  night,  while  sitting  by  myself 
I  felt  a  feeling  of  unrest  and  weariness  coming  over  me. 
Giving  way  to  my  feeling  I  prepared  to  retire,  but  before 
I  was  even  comfortably  settled,  I  saw  a  shadow  cross  my 
eyes.  Looking  up,  I  saw  Big  Chief  and  a  Hindoo  member  of 
his  band. 

They  talked  together  for  a  few  moments,  and  imme- 
diately after  their  conversation  I  felt  myself  drawn  toward 
them.  It  seemed  as  if  we  were  floating  above  the  ocean. 
Looking  off  into  space,  we  could  see  what  appeared  to  be 
a  large  floating  palace.  As  we  approached,  it  seemed  to 
take  on  all  the  colors  of  the  rainbow — a  picturesque  ob- 
ject. When  we  came  closer  to  it,  its  appearance  changed 
to  that  of  a  large,  beautiful  butterfly — a  winged  personi- 
fication of  gayiety  and  supremacy.  It  sped  on  and  we  watch- 
ed. Suddenly  it  seemed  to  disappear  between  two  walls  of 
ice  and  snow — we  lost  it.  On  coming  to  my  senses,  I  was 
wet  from  sweat,  cold,  and  frozen  from  the  effects.  Sev- 
eral mornings  following,  the  world  received  the  news  of  the 
great  marine  disaster. 

SOUL  FLIGHT. 

Following  shortly  after  the  Titanic  premonition,  the 
spirit  of  Tommyhawk — my  father — came  to  me.  "It  is  time 
to  take  another  flight  to  the  ethereal  planes,"  he  told  me 
Having  no  control  over  my  physical  body  when  in  his  hands, 
I  could  but  obey  his  instructions.  In  a  few  minutes  I  felt 
my  soul  leave  the  body  and  we  went  up  until  I  became 
hopelessly  lost. 

At  this  time  I  seemed  to  hear  father  speak  to  me ;  he 
bade  me  look.  As  I  looked  in  the  indicated  direction,  the 
most  beautiful  castles  came  into  view.  On  approaching  and 
entering  the  doorway,  we  were  enveloped  by  the  inky 


black  which  seemed  to  hang  on  every  side.  The  corridor 
was  with  apparently  no  sidewalls.  On  the  far  end  we  met 
with  the  extreme  opposite;  a  flood  of  glistening  sunshine 
greeted  us. 

The  view  afforded  at  this  juncture  was  delectable  to 
behold,.  Within  a  magnificent  wigwam,  sat  Princess  Lacon- 
quinne,  my  father's  mother.  On  seeing  father  and  me,  she 
gave  us  a  great  welcome  and  took  me  inside  of  the  wig- 
wam. When  we  went  in  I  was  astonished  at  the  transforma- 
tion, for  instead  of  seeing  the  interior  of  a  wigwam,  as 
I  had  expected,  I  found  that  I  was  within  a  spacious,  awe- 
inspiring  palace.  Within,  forest  flowers  and  fruits  abound- 
ed, while  without,  a  placid  stream  flowed  very  gently  on — 
a  picture  of  love  and  peace,  purity  and  wisdom.  We  walk- 
ed or  floated  side  by  side  for  what  seemed  hours  until  she 
halted  and  bade  me  eat  of  the  fruit  which  appeared  to 
be  cherries;  but  they  were  very  large  and  juicy. 

While  eating  she  pointed  off  into  the  distance  and  said, 
%<There  is  the  Happy  Hunting  Ground  of  the  Indians."  There 
seemed  to  be  no  end  to  the  hosts  of  people  on  the  banks 
of  the  river.  All  were  busy  on  missions  of  import,  coming, 
going,  making  visits,  always  smiling;  always  on  the  watch 
for  the  arrival  of  some  loved  one  from  the  earth  plane 
who  had  not  come  as  yet;  always  clothed  in  such  garb  as 
would  easily  be  recognized  by  those  just  coming  over  the 
divide.  In  place  of  the  customary  war  implements,  they  all 
carried  musical  instruments  of  various  kinds,  together  with 
flags  and  other  ornamental  trimmings.  While  looking  on 
this  ostentatious  display,  music  of  the  sweetest  harmony 
seemed  to  surround  us. 

I  turned  my  e^es  toward  the  river,  which  was  full  of 
brightly  painted  canoes,  going  and  coming.  I  asked  Prin- 
cess Lacohquinne  what  was  going  on  and  why  all  these  peo- 
ple seemed  to  be  preparing  for  some  royal  event.  As  we 
talked  a  canoe  came  into  sight;  as  it  approached  it  looked 
as  if  it  had  turned  into  a  beautiful  palace  floating  in  the 
ethereal  air,  fully  decorated  with  flags  and  feathers  of  all 
kinds  and  of  variegated  colors.  As  it  approached  the  shores 
someone  said  it  had  the  soul  of  one  who  had  just  departed 
from  the  material  life.  I  thought  of  the  joy  of  the  meet- 
ing, but  could  not  see  or  hear  what  was  taking  place  about 
the  newly  arrived  soul.  I  expressed  a  desire  to  come  home 
in  the  same  manner,  but  Princess  Laconquinne  told  me 
that  was  only  used  for  spirit  purposes.  She  then  led  me 
back  to  where  Tommyhawk  was  patiently  waiting  for  me. 
He  in  turn  guided  me  back  to  my  body.  As  I  watched,  I 
saw  him  step  into  his  canoe  and  while  gliding  away  heard 
his  voice  singing  so  sweetly,  "Yes,  we'll  gather  at  the  water 
that  leads  to  the  Happy  Hunting  Ground." 


WAITING 

Loved  ones  are  waiting  yonder, 

Over  the  Crystal  Sea. 
Oft  do  we  hear  their  voices, 

Calling  to  you  and  me. 
Oft  do  we  see  their  shadows 

Oft  hear  the  still  small  voice 
Making  our  hearts  feel  lighter, 

Making  our  Souls  rejoice. 

Oft  do  we  hear  their  music, 

Music  of  heavenly  strain, 
Naught  but  a  voice  from  Heaven, 

Could  sound  that  glad  refrain. 
Soon  they  will  come  and  take  me, 

To  that  dear  Home  on  High 
Where  all  is  bright  and  happy 

And  sweet  welcome  Bye  and  Bye. 

Zimran  is  lingering  near  you, 

Filling  your  soul  with  love, 
Teaching  the  path  of  duty 

Leading  to  joys  above. 
Oft,  yes,  oft  do  we  grieve  him 

When  heed  we  not  his  voice, 
But  if  we  do  his  bidding 

Then  does  his  soul  rejoice 

Angels  all  robed  in  beauty 

Stand  near  the  open  door: 
Oh,  will  you  bid  them  enter, 

Cheering  us  more  and  more. 
Stars  from  their  home  are  shining 

Over  each  path  of  woe, 
Trying  to  lead  us  upward, 

Pointing  the  way  to  go. 
Dear  Ones,  why  tarry  longer? 

Choose  the  right  path  today; 
Let  your  face  beam  with  gladness 

For  those  across  the  way. 
Zimran  is  calling  down  to  you 

And  He  will  bring  the  key, 
In  all  His  truth  and  grandeur, 

Unlocking  the  Mystery. 


TIFFIN   PROPHECY 

While  resting  one  evening  in  my  room  by  myself,  prior  to 
holding  a  circle  Big  Chief  came  to  me  looking  sad.  He  van- 
ished from  my  view  and  another  form  came  into  view,  that 
of  the  warning  spirit.  He  stood  before  me  clothed  all  in 
white,  a  trumpet  in  hand,  a  sword  laid  across  his  breast,  and 
very  angry — his  face  very  expressive.  I  arose  trembling. 
1  saw  great  bodies  of  water  gushing  in  torrents;  I  saw 
houses,  people,  and  animals  floating  by.  I  fainted  and  lay 
in  this  condition  for  some  time. 

Recovering  my  senses,  I  called  my  class  around  me  and 
made  the  prophecy  that  Tiffin,  Ohio  would  be  under  water 
within  a  short  time.  When  the  Mayor  heard  of  the  pro- 
phecy, he  notified  me  that  Tiffin  tolerated  no  such  folly  and 
that  I  either  had  to  leave  the  town  or  be  subject  to  arrest. 
I  sat  down  to  look  matters  straight  in  the  face ;  I  surely  had 
not  expected  such  a  reception  from  the  city  officials.  It  was 
discouraging — but  just  for  a  moment  to  know  the  truth — 
but  have  the  populace  decrying  your  statements  as  false, 
nonsensical  and  undesirable.  While  pondering  as  to  my 
future  course,  Pontiac  and  Captain  John  Smith  appeared 
before  me.  They  held  a  jury  trial  over  me — the  jury  con- 
sisting of  the  unseen  forces.  The  verdict  was  in  my  favor; 
I  remained  in  Tiffin  until  a  few  days  before  the  flood.  Know- 
ing my  vision  was  to  befulfilled,  I  went  over  to  Fostoria, 
Ohio.  The  great  Angel  went  with  me  and  drawing  his 
sword  he  divided  the  city  so  that  1  knew  where  to  seek  ref- 
uge from  the  impending  danger. 

The  flood  came — the  flood  of  1913 — that  damaged  or 
sideswipped  every  city,  town  and  hamlet  that  bordered  on 
a  stream  or  river  in  the  Ohio  River  basin.  On  returning  to 
Tiffin — after  the  flood  had  reached  its  crest  and  had  begun 
to  recede — I  found  that  six  bridges  had  been  swept  away 
and  ruin  and  devastation  left  in  its  wake.  As  I  stood  on 
the  banks  of  the  river,  my  messenger — the  bird — came  to 
me  and  sang  a  slow  mournful  song  which  spoke  louder  to 
me  than  a  human  voice. 

Searching  parties  were  busy  seeking  the  bodies  of  all  per- 
sons reported  missing.  They  were  successful  in  finding  all 
with  the  exception  of  one — a  Mr.  Axline.  Big  Chief  and 
Pontiac  both  came  to  the  rescue  and  searching  parties  fol- 
lowing my  instructions  were  able  to  locate  and  recover  the 
body.  This  was  another  triumph  for  me — the  people  having 
begun  to  believe  a  little  when  my  prophecy  on  the  flood 
had  been  fulfilled.  To  cap  the  climax,  I  told  a  woman — 
who  had  been  made  a  widow  through  the  flood — where  to 
find  her  husband's  gold  watch. 


Later  on  I  made  another  prophecy  that  Tiffin  would  be 
somewhat  damaged  by  a  severe  storm  in  the  fall  of  that 
same  year.  To  my  gratification,  the  news  was  received  by 
the  people  in  a  totally  different  manner  from  that  which  the 
flood  prophecy  had  been  treated. 

Following  my  prophecies,  I  received  further  evidences 
from  spirit  friends  who  are  at  work  at  all  times  in  connec- 
eion  with  the  human  race,  ever  ready  to  send  forth  their 
messages  of  love  to  us.  These  were  received  on  various  occa- 
sions while   quietly  sitting — with   my   eyes  closed — about 
twilight  time.    The  name  given  at  the  end  of  each  message 
is  that  of  the  spirit  who  transmitted  the  message  to  you 
through  me  and  my  guides.     At  the  command  of  Princess 
Laconquinne  to  write,  I  received  the  following : 
"Working  out  our  own  salvation, 
Firm  and  patient  day  by  day, 
Clearing  thorns  from  each  one's  pathway 

Keeping  enemies  at  bay, 
No  one  far  or  near  is  slighted. 

Drop  a  line  to  each  one  here, 
Never  let  one  go  unnoticed 

Banish  every  doubt  and  Fear." 

— Martin     Luther. 
"While  gazing  in  the  great  beyond 

And  asking  if  my  friends  are  there, 
The  answer  comes  and  lo !  anon 
There  comes  a  music  on  the  air." 

— Longfellow. 
"Nothing  ever  pleases  better 

Than  to  soothe  the  suif'ring  one. 
Let  them  know  the  Learned  Healer 
Still  on  earth  he  can  appear." 

— Alice  Bennette,  Cleveland. 
"It's  only  one  more  day,  tonight, 
A  message  to  you  I  did  write, 
Courage  loved  one  you  are  right, 

Remove  the  cross  out  of  your  sight ; 
This  spirit  world  is  what  we  see 

They  took  the  cross  away  from  me." 

— Martin  Luther. 
"There  came  to  me  a  guiding  star, 

It  fell  to  floor.    It  came  I  know  not  where ; 
I  looked  it  o'er,  'twas  made  with  care, 

A  loy'd  one's  hand  had  placed  it  there. 
A  star  in  your  crown  you  have  won, 

You  have  toiled  for  Christ  from  sun  to  sun ; 
There's  no  reward  on  earth  for  this, 
The  Master  does  not  pay  in  gold." 

— Abraham  Lincoln 


"Beyond  the  pearly  gates  I  stand, 
A  manuscript  in  my  left  hand ; 

What  e'er  you  do  both  right  and  wrong 
I'll  weigh  it  out  and  put  it  down. 

Your  judgment  comes  just  once  a  year, 
In  this  same  month  when  you  were  born 

You'll  realize  if  you  have  passed 
And  entered  in  a  better  class. 

Your  teacher  is  the  Master,  dear. 

His  life  you've  taught  without  a  fear, 
Those  little  ones  brought  near  to  Him 

And  older  ones  with  faith  in  Him." 

Being  near  to  my  birthday,  when  I  received  the  above  an- 
nonymous  spirit  manifestation,  I  was  greatly  alarmed  for 
the  reason  that  no  spirit  name  was  given.  This  is  regarded 
by  mediums  as  an  upbraiding  for  some  wrong  we  may  have 
committed  or  the  omen  that  we  would  be  censured  even  to 
the  point  of  having  the  Holy  Spirit  send  the  summons  to 
cross  the  Great  Divide. 

TRIBUTE  FROM  CHIEF  TOMMYHAWK 

Muche  heape  Good  Man  too 

Gave  my  country  for  His  sake. 
All  I  do  for  Great  Spirit  too, 

Fighting  battles  for  all  of  you ; 
We  are  warriors  brave  and  bold, 

We  have  no  fear  for  our  souls, 
We  know  Him  who  gave  us  birth, 

He'll  take  care  of  all  on  earth. 
No  more  our  quarrels  do  we  fight, 

Only  your  earth  plots  to  make  right. 
Muche  heape  spirits  bright, 

Draped  in  feathers  all  in  white. 
Robes  white  too,  our  faces  fair, 

Are  blessings  sent  to  you  so  rare 
By  sitting  Bull  your  comforter. 

Our  wigwam  doors  are  open  wide 
And  he  is  constant  by  your  side ; 

I  never  leave  you  now  alone 
Until  this  long  life's  battle's  won." 

OBSESSION  AND  SPIRIT  CONDITIONS. 

Why  I  never  married  can  be  again  attributed  to  the  un- 
seen forces.  On  becoming  a  nun,  I  was  married  to  the  cross 
and  to  those  sacred  vows.  After  laying  aside  the  sacred 
veil  and  after  those  massive  doors  had  closed  me  out  into 
the  noise  contaminated  world  to  go  at  will,  the  cross  haunt- 


ed  me.  Naturally  enough,  many  times  I  sat  and  pondered 
over  my  escape,  and  thought  of  the  cold  convent  life.  To 
be  all  alone  in  this  world  was  enough  to  bring  on  morose- 
ness;  to  be  compelled  to  learn  the  ways  of  the  wicked 
world  at  such  a  late  period  in  life  was  distasteful;  to  think 
of  being  forced  to  make  my  living,  to  make  my  new  ac- 
quaintances, to  learn  to  travel,  was  distracting.  Taken  in 
all,  the  predicament  I  found  myself  in — without  the  aid  of 
the  superior  beings — was  unenviable.  But  trusting  to  my 
spirit  guides,  they  blazed  the  trail  for  my  journey  in  life  up 
to  the  present,  and  have  made  the  life  that  looks  barren  to 
the  uninformed  bystander  as  pleasant  as  they  have  seen  fit 
and  necessary. 

But  the  idea  dawned  on  me  to  have  an  earth  companion 
as  well  as  a  soul  mate.  It  was  embarrassing  to  me  to  have 
to  wander  onward  over  this  earth's  surface  without  a  pro- 
tector and  guide.  Again  I  felt  the  result  of  being  shut  in 
from  the  world.  What  must  I  do?  That  was  my  problem. 
I  had  enough  admirers  through  the  work  I've  accomplished 
to  choose  from.  Was  it  up  to  me  to  make  the  initiative? 
Well,  I  made  my  individual  attempts  to  fulfill  my  desires, 
but  my  guides  were  instrumental  in  frustrating  my  plans. 

My  first  selection  was  a  gentleman  who  had  been  an  altar 
server  in  a  Catholic  Church.  We  were  acquainted,  and  as 
far  as  I  could  comprehend  certainly  loved  one  another.  Our 
plans  for  our  future  were  maturing.  We  were  to  join 
another  church  of  my  designation,  and  also  to  have  a  hap- 
py, comfortable  home.  But  before  the  climax  of  our  sim- 
ple love  affair  was  attained,  we  had  a  disagreement  one  ev- 
ening. As  lovers  generally  do,  we  began  to  spat.  Sudden- 
ly a  light  appeared  in  the  doorway — peculiar,  shimmering, 
and  similar  to  that  of  a  small  gas  flame.  It  came  between 
us  and  then  faded  away.  We  both  observed  this  phe- 
nomenon ;  we  could  spat  no  more.  He  asked  an  explanation 
of  me,  but  I  was  too  dazed  at  the  time  and  offered  none.  He 
left  me  but  we  were  never  the  same  lovers  after  this  visit 
from  the  spirit  who  protected  me — there  being  no  one  on 
this  earth  to  do  it.  Later  my  guide  simply  told  me  that  my 
suitor  and  I  could  never  have  agreed,  so  I  had  to  forget. 

Another  gentleman  with  whom  I  became  great  friends 
was  in  the  navy  of  this  country.  I  found  great  pleasure  in 
his  company  until  the  day  the  crisis  came.  I  knew  it  and 
felt  it.  I  went  with  him  to  visit  on  the  battleship  Delaware 
—before  it  had  been  officially  accepted.  On  going  down 
the  stairs  while  on  this  warship,  I  saw  my  spirit  guide  stand- 
ing at  the  foot  of  the  stairs.  Then  I  knew  the  worst  would 
come.  Right  enough,  we  disagreed  over  an  insignificant 


topic  before  we  left  the  ship  and  never  made  up  again. 

In  another  and  last  instance,  the  gentleman  was  a 
brother  of  one  of  my  most  intimate  lady  friends.  We  three 
spent  many  a  happy  time  together,  and  I  felt  sure  my  spirit 
guide  wouldn't  interfere  between  us.  But  finally  the  long 
awaited  day  arrived.  While  we  were  walking  the  Board- 
walk of  Atlantic  City,  I  met  my  spirit  and  knew  the  end  was 
near.  Later  on  he  went  to  work  with  the  engineer  corps  on 
the  Panama  Canal.  Since  the  time  of  his  departure  I  have 
heard  but  once  from  him. 

I  was  disappointed  at  the  outcome  of  my  love  affairs,  but 
thought  over  the  reason  behind  these  failures.  I  found 
that  the  spirit  of  the  priest — my  lover  while  in /the  convent 
and  my  conductor  on  the  soul  flight — had  obsessed  me,  and 
had  been  the  guiding  influence.  It  was  not  his  desire  to 
have  me  become  married.  He  had  previously  promised 
me  that  after  I  had  fulfilled  my  share  of  work  allotted  to  me, 
I  would  find  happiness  with  him  across  the  Great  Divide. 
As  further  evidence  from  him  to  urge  me  onward,  I  receiv- 
ed a  poem  from  him,  counselling  me  to  obey  the  heavenly 
voice. 

OBSESSION 

Obsession  has  given  me  unlimited  food  for  thought.  The 
subject  is  so  large,  so  expansive  and  engrossing  that  vol- 
umes upon  it  could  be  written.  But  in  the  short  space  allot- 
ted in  this  work,  it  is  hoped  that  the  statements  and  refer- 
ences will  cause  the  reader  to  desire  more  knowledge  of 
same. 

No  one  who  is  obsessed  by  a  good  spirit  can  go  into  bad 
company  or  commit  evil ;  it  won't  allow  you  to.  It's  easy  to 
attract  a  good  spirit  if  we  understand  spirit  return  and  obey 
the  laws  set  forth  by  those  who  are  capable  of  doing  so. 
Unless  the  gateway — the  inclination  to  resist  with  the  in- 
domitable strength  of  higher  thoughts  and  aspirations  the 
influences  of  a  lower  nature — is  open,  such  influences  of  a 
lower  nature  cannot  enter  as  obsessing  forces.  That's  why 
I  wish  everyone  would  concentrate ;  we  are  all  psychic ;  not 
only  the  mediums  but  everyone.  Thoughts  are  things- 
living  things — therefore  give  out  your  best  thoughts  toward 
everyone  and  nothing  but  good  comes  back  to  you.  By  do- 
ing so  we  cannot  attract  an  evil  spirit  wandering  around  on 
earth — commonly  called  the  devil — who  may  have  left  the 
body  under  peculiar  circumstances,  and  who  may  induce 
others  to  do  likewise. 

Have  you  ever  stopped  to  think  that  through  obsession  a 
cause  can  be  found  for  innumerable  crimes  committed,  for 
the  hosts  of  suicides  and  maniacs?  The  organization  of  the 


obsessing  force  must  be  similar  to  that  of  the  obedient  ob- 
sessed being.  Realizing  this  and  knowing  that  a  spirit  en- 
ters the  spirit  world  just  as  it  left  this,  there  must  be  an  in- 
numerable host  of  low,uneducated,  and  evil  spirits  about. 
Hence  if  the  obsessed  party  offers  a  deficiency  of  will  pow- 
er— weakness  in  control  of  their  individuality — the  gateway 
is  open  for  an  evil  spirit  of  a  harmonious  organization — 
with  that  of  the  obsessed  to  enter.  The  ensuing  result  is  a 
heartbreaking  chapter  of  evil  for  which  inevitable  retri- 
bution must  be  received. 

Think  of  those  who  give  themselves  to  drink.  One  drink- 
ing man  came  to  me  while  I  was  in  Sandusky,  Ohio,  to  ask 
me  to  help  him.  I  said  to  him,  "You  have  the  spirit  control 
of  a  man  who  passed  out  while  intoxicated."  "Yes,  I  know 
it,"  he  replied.  "We  were  both  out  fishing  some  twelve 
years  ago  in  Sandusky  Bay  and  became  drunk.  The  result 
was  that  the  boat  capsized  and  he  drowned.  In  going  down 
the  last  time  he  yelled,  'I  hope  you  drown/  Since  that  time 
I've  been  a  drunkard.  Whenever  the  thought  of  that 
drowning  man  comes  to  me  I  have  to  go  in  and  drink.  Fur- 
thermore, I  neglect  my  family  and  their  suffering  makes  me 
I'eel  wretched  when  I'm  sober." 

I  told  him  how  to  "brace  up" — how  it  was  possible  to 
throw  off  his  spirit  condition.  I  had  him  come  often;  I 
prayed  for  him  and  gave  him  a  prayer  that  he  had  at  hand 
and  repeated  at  any  time  the  desire  for  his  former  de- 
bauchery seized  him.  I  impressed  on  his  mind  the  necess- 
.  ity  of  concentration  on  keeping  straight — the  fact  that  he 
still  possessed  will  power  and  that  he  had  to  trust  in  it.  In 
following  up  this  man's  case,  I  found  that  in  obeying  in- 
structions, his  home  life  had  as  a  result  been  revolutionized 
—from  a  heart-broken  to  a  happy  state  of  existence. 

Many  spirits  in  similar  instances  of  souls  transient  have 
obsessed  the  living  person  to  live  out  the  time  they  should 
have  lived  in  their  own  house  of  flesh.  In  the  above  ex- 
ample, the  spirit  of  the  drinking  partner  had  been  back  here 
on  earth  using  this  man's  body  just  the  same  as  if  the  body 
had  been  its  own. 

Spirit  enlightenment  of  "earthbound"  spirits  can  be  ac- 
complished by  having  them  enter  a  circle.  The  spirit  of 
Stanford  White  was  in  this  terrible  plight  until  I  brought  it 
to  light.  This  spirit  followed  me  for  a  long  time,  but  didn't 
try  to  obsess  me  because  he  was  too  busy  guarding  Harry 
K.  Thaw — his  murderer — and  keeping  him  in  prison.  I 
was  holding  a  seance  in  Columbus,  Ohio,  when  the  spirit 
took  hold  of  me.  1  was  under  control  and  tried  to  fight;  I 
was  so  angry  that  I  had  to  be  held  tight  by  those  earnest 
sitters  until  the  strife  was  over,  and  the  spirit  of  his  mother 


had  joined  him.  Then  came  calm.  Then  he  said,  "Now 
that  I'm  with  mother  I  cling  no  more  to  this  earth.  My  de- 
sire is  to  get  away  if  I  can  and  Harry  K.  Thaw  can  go  free." 
This  was  before  Thaw's  freedom  for  the  sitters  made  note 
of  the  message  and  watched  the  newspapers.  Within  a 
short  time — less  than  a  year — Thaw's  escape  was  announc- 
ed and  at  this  writing  he  is  still  a  free  man.  The  spirit  of 
White  has  returned  many  times  to  thank  me  for  uniting  his 
spirit  with  his  mother's.  Had  this  spirit  not  been  enlight- 
ened, it  may  have  wandered  on  earth  until  it  had  attract- 
ed some  weaker  person  and  had  made  them  die  as  he  did. 

Those  gunmen  of  New  York — who  paid  the  penalty  with 
their  lives  in  the  electric  chair — also  came  in  spirit,  asking 
prayers,  so  that  they,  too,  might  get  away  from  this  earth- 
having  passed  out  before  their  time  had  arrived.  But  such 
is  in  our  life.  The  spirit  missionaries,  the  spirit  friends,  and 
loved  ones  are  incessantly  helping  those  terribly  hypnotized 
"earthbound"  spirits  from  their  lowly  cycles  on  the  upward 
path  to  the  love  that  is  ultimately  awaiting  them. 

No  wonder  enmity  and  war  never  cease — whether  indi- 
vidual, family,  commercial,  state,  or  international — once  a 
start  is  made.  There  are  more  spirits  fighting  than  human 
beings  in  any  strife.  As  an  instance,  while  conducting  a 
circle  in  Cleveland  a  short  time  after  Senor  Huerta's — the 
former  Mexican  President — demise  from  earth  life,  the 
spirit  of  my  guide  Pontiac  came  and  told  me  that  Huerta 
was  busy  at  the  time  lighting  for  and  aiding  that  faction 
that  had  been  his  while  he  was  Dictator. 

If  people  knew  what  they  were  made  for  they  wouldn't 
cause  so  many  heartaches  of  others.  But  they  don't  under- 
stand the  life  they, live  and  pass  out  to  the  Great  Divide 
without  knowing  why  and  where  they  are  going. 

Honor  those  whose  words  or  deeds 
Thus  help  us  in  our  daily  needs;. 

And  by  their  loving  overflow 
Raise  us  from  whate'er  is  low. 

CONCLUSION 

In  summing  up  the  story  of  my  life,  the  question  in  my 
mind,  dear  reader,  is  not  that  of  the  past,  present  and  fu- 
ture of  myself,  but  for  yon  and  your  future.  I  have  been 
educated  by  my  guides  to  prepare  myself  for  the  future — 
the  real  life  and  to  know  that  the  purpose  of  the  physical 
body  is  the  evolution  of  the  spirit.  In  all  history  we  find 
record  of  where  our  departed  loved  ones  say  to  us,  "If  I  on- 
ly could  have  known  of  the  beauties  of  what  was  in  store  for 
me,  how  I  would  have  made  greater  effort  to  be  more  pre- 
pared for  what  was  to  come."  So  you  can  see,  my  friends, 


that  even  as  we  are,  they  do  not  forget  to  send  us  a  know- 
ledge of  what  their  surroundings  are.  Every  effort  of  theirs 
is  for  our  betterment,  trying  in  their  way  to  guide  us  not 
only  to  a  better  knowledge  of  our  own  lives  and  conditions, 
but  also  of  theirs.  If  nature  should  forget  to  produce  her 
part  where  would  we,  as  a  people,  be  in  a  short  time?  But 
as  you  know,  all  things  are  provided  for,  and  if  we  do  not 
get  what  we  want,  it  may  be  because  our  spirit  loved  ones 
do  not  think  it  best  for  us  to  have  it.  The  trials  of  this  life 
are  only  the  purifying  crucible  we  must  pass  through  to 
make  us  understand  our  condition,  and  when  all  seems 
darkness  and  gloom,  we  are  only  coming  to  the  purer  light 
and  condition  of  our  real  life. 

And,  if  those  we  mourn  as  dead,  live  and  love  us  beyond 
the  shadows,  we  should  not  be  content  with  bare  facts ;  the 
more  thoroughly  we  are  convinced,  the  more  eagerly  should 
we  avail  ourselves  of  every  opportunity  to  converse  and  re- 
ceive messages.  Through  messages,  they  teach  us  that  af- 
ter death  there  is  an  immortal  state,  blissful,  enjoyable  for 
those  who  have  led  a  good  life  on  this  earth,  but  dark, 
gloomy,  abyssmal  for  those  whose  lives  were  stained. 

Are  you  going  to  live  a  true  life,  or  are  you  going  to  live 
a  life  of  mockery?  Will  you  live  for  Truth  and  Knowledge, 
or  will  you  live  a  false  life  in  the  face  of  all  sa-cred  Truths 
and  Principles  as  laid  down?  Will  you  live  for  a  future 
life,  or  will  you  only  live  for  the  present?  Will  you  live 
for  our  fellow  man  and  woman,  or  will  you  live  for  mere 
selfish  gain,  ignoring  all  pretenses  to  goodness  only  to  find 
after  years  of  fad  and  fashion  your  life  laid  bare  on  the 
rotten  shore  of  discord  and  discontent?  Your  answer  and 
the  faithful  toil  of  abiding  by  your  choice — dear  reader — 
seals  for  you  the  future  fate  which  all  must  meet, 
each  one  for  himself.  The  Keeper  can't  be  bribed.  He 
doesn't  pay  or  receive  with  gold  but  with  Love. 

Believe  in  th  Golden  Rule,  ''Whatsoever  ye  would  that 
others  should  do  unto  you,  do  ye  also  unto  them."  Analyze 
your  own  character,  and  know  you  are  above  reproach, 
then  practise  the  above  and  your  lives  will  be  in  the  care 
of  the  higher  spirit  powers.  Don't  give  up  in  despair;  re- 
member that  they  will  help  you  when  you  need  help,  pro- 
viding you  are  deserving  of  it.  In  closing,  I  hope  this  small 
publication  and  others  that  will  follow  will  touch  some 
heart  that  is  looking  for  peace  and  comfort  from  the  spir- 
it side  and  help  guide  them  in  some  manner  so  that  all  will 
be  found  in  the  knowledge  of  a  happy  future  and  belief  in 
the  Great  Spirit. 


Sometime  not  far  in  the  future 
Where  the  evening  shadows  play, 

You'll  watch  the  beautiful  sunset 
And  the  power  of  sin  fade  away. 

And  as  you  sit  in  the  twilight 
Dreaming  of  youthful  hours. 

The  angels  will  come  from  heaven 
And  strew  your  path  with  flowers. 

But  soon  the  glorious  sunrise 
Will  illuminate  your  soul, 

And  angels  will  come  from  heaven 
To  gather  you  into  the  fold. 


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